Chapter 186: Blood and Broken Bonds
Chapter 186: Blood and Broken Bonds
(Third person’s POV)
“Blood…” Lily’s lips trembled, unable to form a coherent sentence. “So much blood… suicide… jumping…”
Her face was ghostly pale. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she gripped the doorframe.
I felt my amber eyes widen with horror. The scent of death seemed to permeate the hospital corridor through my heightened werewolf senses.
My wolf instincts recoiled violently. Something terrible had happened in this place of healing.
“Lily, what did you see?” Rebecca asked urgently, standing up from her chair.
But Lily couldn’t answer. She just stood there trembling, her usual cheerful demeanor completely shattered. Just then, Ethan Quinn rushed into the ward. His face was grim as he took the terrified Lily into his arms. “It’s okay,” he whispered softly, his voice carrying gentle pack bonds. “You’re safe now.”
Lily clutched his collar desperately. Tears streamed down her face as she buried her head against his chest.
I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had let her go out to investigate the disturbance.
My protective instincts as an Alpha’s daughter made me blame myself. I should have kept my friend safe from witnessing such trauma.
“This is my fault,” I said quietly. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
Ethan Quinn looked at me over Lily’s head. His expression was equally grave as he took a deep breath.
“Olivia,” he said carefully. “William Rivers jumped to his death from the hospital rooftop.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered in distress at the news.
“What?” Rebecca gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.
Ethan’s voice grew even more somber. “The news caused Eleanor Rivers‘ heart condition to flare up fatally.” “The pack matriarch died from the shock,” he continued. “Her wolf couldn’t survive the loss of her son.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. Two deaths in one day. The Rivers pack was being torn apart. “How is Connor?” I asked immediately, my mate bond stirring with worry.
Ethan shook his head grimly. “He’s handling the aftermath alone. Gerald Rivers is in Europe on werewolf council business.”
Connor Rivers received the news of William Rivers‘ suicide shortly after returning to the Rivers Pack Mansion. The timing was devastating.
William had committed suicide almost immediately after Connor refused to let him meet with Frederick Warner one final time. The guilt would be crushing.
The Rivers pack quickly sealed off the news from other territories. They couldn’t afford to show weakness to rival packs.
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Gerald Rivers was in Europe and wouldn’t be back for weeks. Connor was left to handle this devastating aftermath completely alone.
The weight of leadership had fallen entirely on his shoulders. Two family members dead in one day.
Back in my ward, I was unable to sleep. The shocking events troubled me deeply.
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They had torn through the Rivers pack like silver through flesh. The pain was almost unbearable to witness.
I knew Eleanor Rivers‘ heart condition made her vulnerable to extreme stress. But what made William suddenly jump off the building?
Was it related to Frederick Warner’s crimes? The shame of his illegitimate son’s actions?
The guilt of the wolfsbane poisoning that was slowly killing him anyway?
I reached out through our developing mate bond. The connection was still fragile but growing stronger.
“Take care,” I sent to Connor, hoping he could feel my support.
After a long time, I received a reply. “I’m fine, rest early.”
But I could sense the lie through our bond. He was anything but fine.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But my dreams were vivid and disturbing.
A little boy with Connor’s ice–blue eyes looked at his father William. William was holding another child- Frederick Warner.
The little Connor said sadly through the pack bond: “It is clear that I am also his son…”
His voice was filled with the pain of a child who felt unloved. Unwanted. Second best to an illegitimate
brother.
The scene changed suddenly. Connor stood alone in the rain outside the Rivers Pack Mansion.
He was grief–stricken, his powerful frame hunched with sorrow. His wolf was howling silently in anguish. “He is dead,” Connor said to the empty air. “There will never be another chance in this life to make things right between us.”
The regret in his voice was devastating. All the words left unsaid. All the forgiveness never given.
I woke up from the dream with tears on my cheeks. Connor’s pain was clear through our strengthening mate
bond.
The connection between us was growing deeper every day. I could feel his grief like it was my own. Three days passed after William Rivers‘ suicide. The Rivers pack was in mourning.
During a fierce storm that seemed to mirror the pack’s grief, I looked out my hospital window. The rain pounded against the glass relentlessly.
That’s when I saw him. Connor was standing in the rain outside Harbor City Memorial Hospital.
His powerful frame was hunched with sorrow. The storm soaked through his expensive suit.
But he didn’t seem to notice the cold or the rain. He just stood there, lost in his grief.
I immediately got out of bed. My wolf urged me to go to him.
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He needed me. I grabbed a jacket and headed for the elevator.
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